Open To It

Instead of doing it,

Open to it.

Let it meet me

In the beat of the wing,

In the blink of the eye.

All is done to me.

I am just an observer

From my blissful state.

Until the flow takes hold

Of body,

Molecules and blood

And bones,

And marionette like make

Graceful swaying

Of my primal material.

I am moved,

Therefore I move.


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